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[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Valhallan Threshold -- Paz System -- Garvug

 

“Yes, I’m with you, Vayne,” Naleena said, and she got on her communicator. “Specialist Danri, Vayne’s contact, Quill is coming out of the building. He’s a young Krogan, but something isn’t right. Be ready for anything. There may be some shooting. Try not to hit him.”

 

“Got it. I’ll pass the word, Ma’am,” Ereba said and primed her weapon ready to fire.

 

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Tallis tapped her on the shoulder and pointed down the street.

 

“A young Krogan is coming out of the building. Don’t shoot him. My guess is if there’s shooting anyone else aside from friendlies is fair game,” Ereba said.

 

“Am I correct in assuming that this Krogan is too young to have adult crest plates?” VERA-Geth asked.

 

“That would be my guess since the boss mentioned young,” Ereba replied. “Otherwise there wouldn’t be any point in mentioning it, would there?”

 

“That would be logical.” VERA-Geth replied.

 

“Just remember that your weapon’s projectile will go through its victim and kill anyone behind it, so make sure there aren’t any friendlies behind your target,” Ereba added.

 

“Noted.”

[Cainhurst Crow]

Vayne clutched his shotgun tightly, holding it at the ready towards the door as he gave a nod to naleena. He trusted her to be able to watch out for herself, and he trusted the commandos to do their jobs well. Knowing they had a distance advantage was certainly a good thing, to say the least. It was a full minute of standing in silence before the doors to the hospital slid open by themselves.

 

The wide doorway about double the length of your normal double-doors, thick metal that slid open with a grind as multiple figures were standing behind it. Vayne trianed his gun, ready to shoot when he froze, lowering his slowly as a look of dread spread slowly across his face. The young krogan quill was at the front of the group, and looking at him it was somewhat clear the situation at hand. His face was dotted with bruises, one eye swollen shut, dried orange blood running down his pale yellow face and onto his armor. His headplate, still yet to have even formed its first crest, had a nasty looking tear, as if someone had ripped off a piece of his plating.

 

"You know, I'm not one to usually praise disobedience. But your sense of tactics? Pretty damn good..." The voice was a deep and rumbling baritone, somewhat raspy as he spoke with an air of arrogance to his voice which showed who he thought was in charge, "I like that, having smarts that is. But not when it's from foreigners come to interfere..." The krogan strode forward, his armor a metallic gray, power generator glowing brightly on his left breast as he shoved Quill forward, who could only grunt as he nearly fell over onto one knee.

 

"Sorry about the young one here, he had to be taught a lesson in disobedience. I don't like spies, you see? And I can't stand when my subordinates go over my head to bring in outside help. Had to teach what happens when you **** with me on my own goddamn planet..." The krogan had a dark orange skin color, his crest deep brown as vayne slowly lowered his gun, a look of surprise and anger crossing his face.

 

 

"Hailot Wrund...." Vayne said as he cursed at himself. The one krogan he thought they might be able to avoid, and now it seemed they were meeting him, and what looked like 4 krogan heavies behind him.

 

"That's High-Lord Wrund, to you..." Wrund said with a death glare, "Killed 3 usurpers for that title, so get it right! Now then..." he said as he held his claymore shotgun, pointing it against the back of Quills head as he glanced down to him. "He the one?" He asked as quill looked up towards Wrund, giving a weak nod yes as the korgan warlord smiled, "Good..." he said as he looked up towards the group.

 

"Welcome to Garvug, Kavadar Vayne. Is she the spectre you were blabbing about?" He asked, not waiting for him to reply as he looked towards Naleena, "I got a proposition for you, Spectre. One I think you'll want to hear..." He said, still holding quill hostage, shotgun pressed against his head, as he spoke.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

"The young Krogan is in danger," VERA-Geth said.

 

"I know. I know. Just wait," Ereba replied.

 

VERA observed the action at the hospital through her scope. "Is this a common negotiating tactic among organics: threatening the life of a hostage until the one side does or gives the other something they want?"

 

Ereba glanced at VERA-Geth. "No. What makes you think that?"

 

"I have observed this behavior frequently in movies and have heard of incidents in galactic news feeds," VERA-Geth said. "This leads one to conclude that organics are violent by nature."

 

"Well the stuff on the news is pretty rare when you consider how many billions of organics exist."

 

"I have heard the 'they only report the bad stuff' argument on the news," VERA-Geth said.

 

"But you mentioned movies? You watched movies?"

 

"Yes, the boss had an interest in Earth culture, so I searched the extranet regarding their 20th Century, and I began to watch the movies to gather information. The boss was particularly interested in the Noir period. Hence my appearance in the hologram."

 

"Fascinating.... a robot that watches movies. I'll be sure to write home about this. 'Hey Dad, I've been stationed on a ship with an AI, you know a real smart computer that acts real.' I gotta talk like that to him because he's Krogan. Don't get me wrong, I love my old man. 'Then this computer brain decides it wants to download into a Geth. Yeah, so I'm hiding behind some concrete blocks freezing my blue ass off on this sh*thole of a planet next to a robot with the ship inside. And get this. She likes to watch movies.' Yeah, he'll believe that one." Ereba replied. "Hey! It looks like something's happening down there."

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

The team had their weapons trained on Wrund. Naleena waived them off, and they lowered but did not holster their weapons.

 

Naleena holstered her pistol and spoke as she approached Wrund and Quill. “Release the young Krogan and I’ll listen.” When she finished her last word she stood directly in front of Quill and Wrund and looked at the Clan leader square in the eye.

[Kel Riever]

Earth, New York City

“Twenty East Eighty One.  Penthouse,” Molly replied to Frank.

Morgan looked dumbfounded at Anika, then spun his head to the front of the limo.  “That can’t be right.”

Molly looked back through the lowered separating glass.  “It’s right.  Remember how much money you had transferred?  Then remember how much the regular police weren’t willing to help keep an eye on your family.  There’s an officer who helped place them, find security for them, and a competent lawyer.”

“They’ve got to be near Central Park.”  Morgan still had a hard time believing his family no longer lived in some simply upgraded version of the apartment they used to live in.  He’d paid well for it.  But the money he had received, well, he was beginning to understand.

Molly nodded, “Near?  Overlooking the park directly.  Part of this might be a bit surprising to you, too, Morgan.  Another reason we don’t want to make an appearance in a patched up Kodiak that still needs a good paint job.”

Leaning towards the front, Morgan said, “Detective, you’re going to have to go easier on Frank’s shuttle.  If you haven’t figured it out yet, it’s more than just some flying machine to him.”

“Is that supposed to be a guy thing?  Seriously, what is it with boys and their cars?”

“It doesn’t only have to be a guy thing,” Morgan remarked with a slight snort of humor.  “But, I suppose I’m a bit biased.”

“Sorry, Frank,” Molly said, sitting back in a normal position and taking in the view outside the front windshield.  “You know, I give you a hard time, Eli, but I hope you let it roll off your back some.  Maybe you, well you have this strange temper, but I know you’ve got your heart in the right place.”

Molly quieted a bit, though Morgan and Anika could still hear her.  “I see what that asari likes in you.”

~ ~ ~ ~

…onboard the Medusa

“Babe here, Duncan.  Just let the Captain know Miss…Priss?...is heading her way.  I don’t really know what’s going on, but I…I…can’t really explain it.  I think I might have done something wrong…”

JingleClicketyJingleClackityJingleClicketyJingleClackety!....

Miss Priss was running, quite exceptionally in her boots.  She nearly bowled over one of the crew passing by on her way to the bridge.  At an intersection, she almost ran down Mister Charles.

“Priss, darling, where are…”

“Get outta my way!”

Priss blew past Mister Charles, down the last passageway to the bridge, and burst into it, breathing hard from her run.

“Honey Bee!  Captain!  Jess!”  Miss Priss grabbed the arm of a nearby chair and held herself up.  She was partially spent but her eyes were also still wide, showing that not all of her state was entirely due to running half the length of the ship.  “I gotta, we gotta talk!  It’s her!  I’m telling you, I’ve gotta tell you something crazy.  It’s her!”

[Cainhurst Crow]

Hailot Wrund held Naleenas gaze, staring into her own eyes with his cold blue glare. They were like Garvug, cold and smokey, betraying nothing of comfort or mercy for those not strong enough to get it themselves. Finally, he smirked, chuckling as he did so.

 

"You got cold guts, Spectre. I like that..." He shoved quill aside, and motioned for one of his men to come over and help him back on his feet, "Get him some medigel and patch him up. Kids learned his lesson for now..." The high-lord said as he turned his attention back towards naleena, holding his claymore lazily as he looked her over.

 

"Your the first one who I've liked showing up here in a while. Least of all the corporations thinking they can mess with this planet without my say-so..." He said as his eyes drifted towards Vayne, who narrowed his eyes but held his ground, gun still in hand. He glanced towards Irina, and then towards essul, who had lowered his rifle and was standing sidelong to the building.

 

Finally he returned his gaze back towards naleena, nodding as he did so, "So...one boss to another..." He said, knowing who it was who called the shots for her crew, "Let's talk about the reason you came all this way here...the hunk of junk in my clans burial grounds..." Wrund said simply as he took a single step back, "Care to come inside with the rest of your team and talk things out? Your teams probably cold, and I don't trust staying out in the open too long. You know how it goes, threat of snipers or orbital bombs..."

 

Throughout the exchange, hailot had not stepped out of the hospitals extended roof and into the open air before them. Even as he stood waiting for her response, his eyes would move towards some of the buildings around, as if he were afriad he might glance up and see someone in one of the windows. The war, it seemed, had done little to make the krogan less paranoid, or dangerous.

[Redbelle]

Jess held up a finger as she listened to Dahlia's report. "Duncan, fire up the QEC and connect to the Jeniri".

 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah". Duncan looked around his board till his eye's fell upon a newly installed panel. "I...... Did they send a manual"?

 

"Figure it out". Jess told him before turning to Priss. "Whose who now luv? Take a breath you look ready to pass out".

 

"Um Captain"? Duncan called out with his head buried in a data pad scrolling through reams of information. "I think I've figured it out".

 

Jess nodded and took Priss's arm and took them both to where the QEC camera and holo display sat to the side. The majority of the hardware had been built into a section of the bulkhead to keep it from encroaching but the device still looked like a cancerous growth poking out of the wall. "Who is it that has you worked up"? Jess asked as she dropped Priss arm and stood in front of the camera. Selecting the option on the mic to only pick up her voice, Duncan established a connection and Jess watched as the metal circle on the floor glowed blue. The machinery began emitting an electronic hum and Jess shook her head as she addressed thin air.

 

"This is Medusa to Janiri. What do you need luv? I've pretty much got the attention of every ship in that fleet what with all the sensor's pointed at my ship. Did Naleena's team get down okay"?

[Redbelle]

Hedeki watched his prized limo pull out of the building and join the flow of traffic. "Hmph. 私は、そのパイロットが好き。彼は大きなタンクトカゲボールを持っています。大きな肉のもの". He shook his head and turned to regard the shuttle. He snapped his fingers and one of his employee's appeared by his side. "Call my valet . He has work".

[Kel Riever]

Miss Priss' searched around, as if she was being chased.  She clasped her hands together to stop them from shaking.  "Honey Bee....Captain, it's her!  Her and her sister!  You gotta listen to me.  Get her off the guns.   Get her off the guns now!" 

Priss knew somewhere that she might not be making sense, but her reactions were on overdrive.  In her head, all she could do was see the image of Babe in her mind, and the other one...

[Redbelle]

Jess raised an eyebrow. "Get who off the guns"? Priss reaction was enough to spark some concern but she needed more information. "Take a breath luv.... As a matter of fact take ten". She turned to Duncan. "Is this thing even working? Hellooooooo". She rapped the camera with her knuckles and frowned. "Maybe they didn't hook it up right. Power looks good. Light on the camera shows it's working...... Duncan"?

 

Duncan shrugged in response and Jess rolled her eye's. "Have you tried turning it off and on again? Or do I need to get my tools out? You...."? She said turning to Priss. "Ten words or less...... What's the problem"?

[Kel Riever]

Miss Priss lost all her demeanor, which was saying a lot for a person who never, ever seemed to break her character.

"Get Babe off the guns.  GET BABE OFF THE GUNS!!!"

[Redbelle]

Jess grabbed hold of Priss's shoulders and held her firmly. "WHY"?

[Kel Riever]

Looking closely at Miss Priss, Jess could see her pupils had dilated to what seemed like pinpoints in her brown eyes.  With her hands on Priss' shoulders, Jess could also feel the prostitute shaking.  She didn't say anything, though.  It was like when Jess grabbed her, Priss shut down.  To say there was dread in her eyes was to put it lightly; Jess knew the expression.  Priss' face was that of someone who thought they were going to die.

[Redbelle]

Jess drew in a long breath and, still holding Priss, hit the comm. "Chief gunner? This is the Captain. Babe, could use you on the bridge. Got a lot of ships out there and I could use some idea of what to expect from them".

[Kel Riever]

Babe was down in the secondary turret, checking the plug that had been purposely pulled by the woman in pink to get her attention.  It, of course, was put in now, and worked fine even though Babe was staring at it for the thousandth time.  Had she ever met the woman before?  No.  There was no way of ever being certain, but she was pretty sure she hadn't.

But Babe had a terrible feeling she was in trouble.  The kind of trouble she didn't want to think about, and wished would go away.

Captain Stone's voice came through the com.  "Chief Gunner?  This is the Captain.  Babe, could use you on the bridge.  Got a lot of ships out there and I could use some idea of what to expect from them."

A lie.  The kind of lie where the Captain was well aware that Babe knew she wasn't telling the truth. 

But she was asking Babe to go to the bridge.  It couldn't get much worse.

Babe stood up and stared down at herself to make sure she was presentable.  She put her choker on, checked the the belt that hung loose on her dark red leather pants, and took some satisfaction in the tall black boots she was wearing.  The things she loved to wear, appreciating the small moment she had before the storm would hit.  There was going to be a storm and she could feel it. 

With a heavy sigh, Babe partially zipped up her matching leather jacket.  She had a rack, that was for sure, and being the biggest at something wasn't always her favorite thing.  She had to stop just below the 'girls' with what she was wearing or she'd surely look stupid.  Part of the problem, really, all the attention she didn't want.  When she was ready, and after a long delay, Babe hit the com.  "On my way, Captain."

When Babe got to the bridge, all eyes were on her.  She wanted to run right through the bulkhead and into space, it felt so uncomfortable.  Jess was at her chair, holding the woman in pink, who was the only person who looked more like she wanted to leave than Babe.  In fact, Babe was convinced the woman in pink might actually do what she was thinking of, and jump straight through into vacuum.  Babe couldn't look at her eyes; the woman looked terrified, something a lot worse than when she'd fled the first time.  No blowpop in her mouth now, Babe knew this was serious, and she didn't think it would go very well.

From Jess' perspective, she saw Babe enter the room, very much with the effect that the Chief Gunner had on people.  That heart skipping vision of beauty, golden hair in coifs that made someone think there was wind actually blowing through them, the blue eyes that looked like they'd just woken up, into a dream.  There was only the curl of the corner of her mouth to indicate something she saw was amiss.  Babe ran her fingers through her hair and said in her silky voice, "You needed me, Captain?"

[Redbelle]

Jess maneuvered Priss to sit in her chair, giving one last look before turning her attention to Babe. "Yes.... Got a fleet ahead of us. I'm not planning on tangling with it but I like to know that I've got my bases covered. Your my gun chief. That means you get to throw your hat into the ring on ship defense.....". Taking a step towards her she said out loud. "..... Need to know the effective weapon compliment of those ships. How long we can survive in a fire fight with what we have going for us.....". She stepped in close and lowered her voice. "And why is it a well traveled lady of the night just went catatonic on me after mentioning you.... And your sister"?

 

Jess threw a look over her shoulder and her annoyed glance had everyone turn their attention back to what they were doing. Even if they were lousy at pretending not to be listening as Jess turned back to her. "Look luv.... Everyone's got a history. I'm not to fussed about it as long as it's not anything that could impact the safety of the ship. So if there's anything you want to tell me before the Janiri get's on the comm with me, now's the time. Between the quarantine, the fleet, the people on the ground, the Janiri and the distraction we've put on...... I need to put my attention on what's happening outside the ship right now. So if there's a reason why Priss is terrified your working the guns, now's the time to tell me".

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Earlier:

 

Commander Selani saw Jess' near panic over the QEC. "Looks like you have your hands full, so I won't keep you. Wanted to do this over QEC to keep from being detected for now. As far as I know, Naleena made it to the surface. Sensors picked up no explosions from the shuttle after her maneuver. We found one more cruiser, the Sonax Cruiser Milgrom. With all the ships here, we're outgunned."

[Redbelle]

Jess heard the QEC suddenly flare up as Duncan exclaimed his success in finding the right button to push. Tilting her head Jess head the message and turned back to Babe. "Hold that thought". She told her as she went back to the QEC's camera.

 

"Hey luv. Glad to hear the drop went down good. We've got a few knots in the fleet here but sooner or later their going to have someone up their chain start calling the shots and untangle everything. If they start throwing their weight around we'll have to move off. I've got my gunner up to go over what we can do but I don't feel like shooting at folk just doing their job. I figure the best thing that can be done is the Janiri stays undercover while we act like good little citizens. Let me know how the ground team are doing and call me if you need anything".

 

With that done Jess turned to look at Babe and mouthed. 'Well'?

[Kel Riever]

Babe glanced sideways towards the view screens on the Medusa, and tried to answer the question about the other ships, but couldn't bring herself to do it.  When she looked back at Jess, her eyes were a piercing blue.

"It ain't just the guns, Jess,"  Miss Priss said, though she hadn't heard the Captain's lowered voice.  Priss' nails dug into the command chair.  "I know that face!  I been only a wee chickabiddy, maybe two, and I seen her and her sister.  They're like demons!  The one, she's older, but this one, she brought her...they had names...I don't remember, but they had names!"

Blue eyes moved with a cool motion towards Priss, then back to the Captain.  "I have a sister, long gone.  I don't like to talk about my family.  Not my mother or my father.  And, I'm sorry, I don't remember where I may have met this woman..."

"And you got that same thing, I know it."  Tears sprung from Miss Priss, and her voice trembled.  "I know it because it's part talent, but part taught.  It was Sha'ira and her people taught us.  Your mum brought you there, she did.  You and your sister!"

"I told you, I don't like to talk about my family."  Babe's dreamy visage was changing.  She clenched her teeth and formed fists with her hands.  "I don't know you or where you're from.  Just stop.  Stop talking about people I want nothing to do with."

Silence took Miss Priss, but only briefly, and then she started talking quickly, "Jess, the older girls with me, they trained with the Consort Sha'ira.  We're orphans for the most part, picked by her cause we had the talent.  Some got in 'cause their connections like Babe.  But she was called something else back then; don't remember the real ones and 'cause once they were gone, nobody was supposed to mention them no more.  But as I grew, I remember their nicknames I do.  This one was called Serendipity, and the other one would come with her.  Midnight, that's what they'd call her, because that's when she'd come for you, like a ghost..."

"Stop!"  It was Babe's turn to tremble.  She raised her shaking arms and unclenched her fists to put her hands to the sides of her head, where she pushed her fingers into her hair.  It was like she was trying to hold her head together.

"She was like a ghost with white hair..."

"STOP TALKING ABOUT MY FAMILY!!!"

Babe had changed.  No longer was she the vision in a dream, but more in a nightmare.  And her face changed from one of beauty to that of a skull, with piercing blue eyes staring out of it.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

“Damn, the boss has a quad, I’ll give her that,” Ereba remarked.

 

“If you are referring to Krogan male reproductive organs, that is quite inaccurate,” VERA-Geth said.

 

“It’s a figure of speech. Did you see the way she just walked up to that big Krogan and he gave in?”

 

“There is a high probability that she knew we had a line of sight on the head of the Krogan leader…. At least I did,” VERA-Geth said. “She was safe, and she knew it.”

 

“There was a little more than that in her swagger.”

 

Tallis nodded in agreement with Ereba.

 

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“Let me bring up my sniper team so we can cover them on their approach,” Naleena said. “And so there are no surprises, one of them is Geth. Make sure your men don’t shoot it.”

 

Naleena tapped her communicator. “Sniper team alpha, approach the hospital.”

 

“Acknowledged, team alpha out,” Ereba said. “Team alpha?”

 

“It is likely that the boss is deceiving the Krogan leader into believing her team is larger than it really is,” VERA-Geth said.

 

“Good point. Good point.” Tallis replied.

 

“Yeah, let’s go along with that.” Ereba said as she led the team to the hospital entrance. “And she probably told them you were Geth just to keep it simple.”

 

VERA-Geth replied with some digital noises.

 

“Now that was creepy,”  Ereba replied.

 

There were no incidents on the way. When the team arrived, Naleena led them into the hospital following Wrund.

[Cknarf]

“Yeah... I’m pretty great.” Frank sighed, forcing a smirk that seemed to fade a bit faster than normal. After a brief look over the controls, he located the controls for the privacy window.

 

“Use the intercom if you need anything. I want the full chauffeur experience.” He pressed the button, causing the window to raise. He was now free to dump his thoughts and feelings on the detective in the front seat.

 

“I wish I could see it, Mols. What Iole sees.” Frank glanced over.. “I mean, it’s not like she hasn’t made it clear enough. Hell, there's a few paragraphs on that datapad…”

 

That I left on the shuttle… God, I hope that picture doesn’t find its way onto the extranet.

 

“I just don’t understand why anyone would wanna… no one’s ever…  I dunno.” He shrugged, while moving the limo into a faster stream of traffic. “I ain’t ever had anyone, Mols. Not until now.”

 

“Which confuses me even further. Like, seriously, what gives? This couldn’t have happened before I signed on with a spectre, lost some fingers, and a good bit of my sanity?” Frank chuckled a bit. “But hey, whatever. I ain’t gonna complain abo-- Aw f***.” He looked out the window.  

 

“Pretty sure I was supposed to turn there…”

[Kel Riever]

"We're not under the gun," Molly said, verbally waiving off any worry about missed directions.  "As quickly as I'd like to get there, I doubt a few minutes is going to make a difference.  It's New York, anyway.  Traffic will probably make us as slow as missed turns."

Hagen looked out the window, away from Frank, thinking about her own situation momentarily, before saying more.  "It's crazy, right?  You never know how you come across to another, sometimes.  But, if you can, try to think about things from someone else's perspective.  There's a lot of loneliness out there, Frank.  A lot of people who just want to be with someone.  Not just anyone, either, but someone who gets them.  Happiness, right?  And we're all doing dangerous jobs, not that I want to bring up the life is short conversation.  But she's looking at you, Frank, not herself, you know what I mean?  She's looking at you and who cares why she likes what she sees?  Do you have to know exactly what it is?"

Molly got quite again and peered back at Frank.  "I can tell you, if you want to know, what I think it is.  You are funny, if a bit immature.  I mean, fart jokes with an Alliance Fleet frigate?  It's you, it, okay, sometimes it is funny, I admit.  Don't you want to laugh a lot in life?  And maybe you don't think of yourself this way, but you are not a bastard.  And that might not seem like a lot to you but I can tell you I've had my share of pitfalls chasing something that I thought looks good and ends up being hollow inside.  Or worse, dangerous.  Frank, let's face it, you're a little screwy.  But you probably pay too much attention to that.  Screwy isn't so bad when you look at the other stuff.  You're good at all that technical stuff you do.  And, well kid, you have a good enough sense of humor to laugh at yourself too, not just make jokes.  Good enough to pierce through that God's gift to women thing you've sometimes got going on there."

With a chuckle, Molly then added, "But don't worry Frank, I'll keep up appearances.  I'll never blow your God's gift to women cover, okay?  We'll go with that Adonis thing as long as it suits you.  My advice, for all the two cents that it's worth, is you don't let it drive Iole away.  Play smart, if you want to end up with a gorgeous asari who likes you.  I know one thing certain about you and that's you aren't dumb."

[Cainhurst Crow]

As Hailot led Naleena and the others in, one of his heavies stayed behind. He looked up towards the tall building adjacent to where the team had landed and looking towards the hospital, and gave a simple wave off to the distance before heading inside. Inside those buildings, on one of the middle floors, the pair of krogan snipers moved on, shifting their attention from the hospital to the main street as they walked over towards it.

 

And 2 floors above them in the shadows, a hooded individual watched the scene playing out, walking away from the window as well to report what he'd seen to his superiors.

 

"So here's the temporary home away from home..." Wrund said as he led them into the hospital. It was big, very big, on the the inside at least. The area they walked into was a massive chamber, balcony hallways lining the place, separating corridor and wings of rooms as krogan, vorcha, and a few turians, walked along the upper level apparently busy moving containers from one area to another. The ground floor itself seemed to have been converted into a makeshift center of command, various communication stations set up along walls while off to the side, a fighting ring had apparentl been drawn up, 2 vorcha going at it as a crowd around them cheered on the fight.

 

"Don't mind the noise, some of the boys just need to blow off some steam between fights..." The building stretched up 7 floors, and its roof had a sealed glass look to it, natural light filtering down to the ground below. Wrund walked up a few steps to what looked like the remains of a mantis gunship, its wings and half its body missing, but sporting the Gunghai Solutions logo on its side, albiet a bit burned. It seemed somewhat bent out of shape though, and the reason became clear when wrund turned around and took a seat upon the wreck, the strange dents having been made to turn the debris into a makeshift throne, even coming with hammered out armrests for the krogan warlord.

 

From his new position, he sat looking down on the group, elevated at least 3 feet above the ground as he rested his claymore shotgun upon his lap. He almost looked like something out of a fantasy novel, some warlord with a metal throne made from the weapons of his enemies.

 

"So, why don't we start with names? So I don't keep calling you Spectre all the time..." Hailot began as he looked towards the group curiously, "I am High-Lord Hailot Wrund, of Clan Hailot. Ruler of this planet for over 100 years. Who, might you be, to come to my planet now?" He was more well spoken then he seemed, though not by much. Still his eyes rested on naleena, watching her closely for what she might say or do.

 

Many of the eyes had been on the group since they arrived, vorcha eying up the asari, turians eying the batarian and humans, and krogan looking to the turian of the group with an almost excited glint, and nearly all eyes had been on the geth vera used for a body. Now all eyes were on them, the general rucus quieting down as the many men or women who served wrund were curiously how he'd react with these strange visitors.

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

After Hailot Wrund spoke it was dead silent in the room. With the bottom of her black leather coat trailing behind her Naleena stepped forward with the sound of her leather heels echoing off the walls. She deliberately approached the Krogan warlord and spoke in her contralto voice.

 

"I am Naleena T'sarius. I am a Council Spectre and Captain of the CSV Janiri," she said as she stood before him. "I am interested in a particular 'hunk of junk' in your clan's burial ground. I was not expecting to see a carrier, and three cruisers all belonging to private organizations in orbit around your planet. Nor was I expecting to see peace demonstrations with gunships and multiple platoons of armed mercenaries probably awaiting orders to open fire on them.

 

"What prompted our timely arrival were two things: a report that Kadavar Vayne received from Quill, and a news report about an aborted coup attempt. I assume the latter is the reason for your 'home away from home.' You face two problems: Sonax Corporation and Guanghui Solutions - both of them mining concerns. The third is Binary Helix but they are involved with ecosystem restoration, something that would pose more of a threat to Sonax and Guanghui than to you. Then there are the peace demonstrations which are probably the only thing that's keeping this from turning into a bloodbath because of the bad press the corporations would receive if anything were to happen to the demonstrators. That would in turn hurt their stock performance in the short term.

 

"However, in my 350 years, I've never seen demonstrators win anything until a critical mass was reached, and they usually turn violent before then, their organizers get blamed and the corporations win. Also do you know who is organizing these demonstrations?

 

"The bottom line is that I need access to the aforementioned item that is in your burial grounds before this situation f*cking explodes."

Modifié par sH0tgUn jUliA, 15 mai 2015 - 05:09 .

[Cknarf]

“Wow, Mols. That really clears things up for me.” Frank nodded. “Now I see why Iole thought a little somethin’ mighta been goin’ on here!” He grinned gesturing back and forth with his finger.

 

“Man, she’s gonna be feelin’ hella salty when she finds out how 100% totally wrong she was! I'm so gonna rub it in her face!” Frank shook his head. “Oh, Molly’s so pretty, and smart, and she’s probably real lonely.’”

 

“And I was all like, ‘Yeah, so?’.”

 

Well that mighta sounded a little cold.

 

“I meant ‘Yeah, so?’ to the first two, like, I acknowledged those as facts, but uh…” Frank bit his lip. “That last bit is pretty much bullsh*t though, right Mols? Look, I get that your job is, time consuming, or whatever, but It can’t be that bad. I mean, even the boss has time to…”

 

Frank made a rather inappropriate gesture with his hands.

 

“...with too-tall back there, and she’s busy like, all the time. Surely there’s someone, somewhere out there that cares about the lovely Detective Molly Hagen…” Frank gestured at her with both hands, as if he were showcasing something on a gameshow. He wiggled his fingers a bit “Right? I mean, come on. Like, seriously.”

 

I got you, Mols.

 

Frank hit the intercom controls. "Hey Morgan, you got a brother, right?"